He dreams more often than he sleeps. Like a lion among wolves, he lay. One eye open… one eye closed… A heart guarded strong, but not simple. and when he spoke? His words hit like a hurricane. Unpredictable… Wreckage… But he isn’t dangerous anymore.
Verse one And the countdown begins, 10,9 And I'm seeing 22 inside my mind And I'm seeing colours, But you're seeing black and white... am I right? Verse two And it takes time, sweet time But time doesn't mean a thing to me But it's all that I have ... It's all that I want from you tonight... And it's nearly over
Chorus And when the winters cold and the night is a getting old... just look up at the stars that shine.. When your days turn into weeks, and your weeks turn into years... just look up the stars that shine... they'll...
I know everything he doesn't want me to. I know everything he said to her.... and I will never tell him how much I cried! Do or die, sink or swim, he wins
22 is just a number. It is worthless and doesn't mean a thing. I will not count down the days. I will not mark it on the calendar. I will not acknowledge its significance whatsoever. It's cheap and no longer belongs to me.
But it has kept my heart beating for five years. Maybe it will be the reason it stops. _ give or take, always the same, he wins
Autumn outside her window, rain inside her broken heart. Shadows casted on the floor, of two lovers destined to fall apart. Walls bleed inside her mind, the kind not built to fall... But the only thing she knows is failure... she knows not of happiness. Not of love, just this war.
The war they had been fighting, the kind that nobody wins.. She just wants to desert and move on... and leave him. But his voice is like a magnet.. and his warmth is like a song.. And she'd have given her life to have him with her.. beside her, but he's gone. ...
As it deepens, it consumes. Fighting fire with fire. My heart grows weak with you. My eyes get heavy. Tires of weeping. Lies, deep in burrows within them. Stop these tears! Stop this fire! For I'm unsure of who I've become. Everyone has disappeared from around me. And left me here to burn. I can't take it anymore! Skin beneath nails leaving lines for your apology. Do I get an apology? Do I get to hear your voice again? You are slowly burning my heart and soul. Embers glisten in your remaining darkness. This wind storm...
The inner child inside my broken heart; came through whilst writing these lyrics.We were young when we fell in love; So I guess,this is for the fifteen year old girl who gave her heart away to a boy who changed his mind...
Perfect little Sunday why; who knew you'd come along? How does something get so right? How did everything go wrong? On that perfect little Sunday You were falling too. Now, all I have is pieces now, of the memories with you But always know you were everything too me. x2
You say goodbye for the hundredth time You say goodbye to me. Broken thoughts, your in my heart and Now im losing my mind. Must it be this way? Must I have to lie? Force a love that is one way. When I've been stuck behind? You say goodbye for the hundredth time. You say goodbye to me. Broken promises, broken confusion and broken mistakes Must it be this way? Must we have to lie? Force a hope that is one way, when I'm stuck in time. You say goodbye for the hundredth time You say goodbye to me. I say goodbye to your eyes I say goodbye to your...
In the beginning. I was almost at end. Green replaced with blue. Your no longer there. He looked into my eyes so deep. Deeper than you did. Deeper than you wanted. Deeper than you were. It scared me.. I wasnt used to it.
scars have gone grey, I tell him about them. blood in our shower you left me to lie. you walk away... you walked away before i did. Dont tell me you dont remember. you'd beg to differ.
i was the damage. i was dangerous. i was heartless. i was me. remember me.
22 slices across my chest. 22 cuts across my heart. 22 reasons for me to hold on. 22 reasons for me to let go. 22 letters, written to explain. 22 times, torn up again. 22 days of a month no longer ours. 22 shots just to keep the feelings down. 22 songs, I no longer sing. 22 pictures ripped and ruined. 22 memories drowned each day. 22 goodbyes to our special day.
I am not ready for this. How can I be ready for this!?